"I'm Fereldan," Anora answers curtly, not even wincing from her previous shot, or looking at whoever is doubting her. If he doesn't know where Ferelden is--as he probably does not, in this foreign world--this is all he really needs to know about it, at least for the moment. "I can take it."
[He nearly chokes on his next sip, promptly setting his glass back on the bar to consider Anora once again.]
Well, if you're Fereldan, you're definitely going to need a cushion. Southerners don't really stop until they drop, if my rustic tavern memories serve me correctly.
[That gets Anora to look at him now, listening to him, examining him, before finally allowing herself a relieved smile. There's no telling where in Thedas he comes from, but it scarcely matters. In this place, they count as neighbors.]
If you think that of the taverns, you would love the court. When I was a girl, Prince Cailan had these wooden animals with wheels on them, big enough for him to sit on and scoot about. Late the night of the Satinalia Ball, the banns of West Hill and Amaranthine found a couple of them and held a very wobbly joust.
[He gradually comes to smile with bemusement, setting his glass down to turn and face her more fully.]
That sounds much more fun then I ever imagined anyone in your country's court would have, what with all the disasters. I'm glad to hear you aren't always wallowing in that business. You knew Prince Cailan? That name is somewhat familiar.
[Disasters. Wallowing. Somehow she feels she has found more a kindred spirit than a critic. A dimple appears in her chin when she gives a secretive smile.]
My first husband, [she says almost secretively, the tequila kicking in quicker than she expected.] Or, strictly speaking, King Cailan by the time we married.
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"I'm Fereldan," Anora answers curtly, not even wincing from her previous shot, or looking at whoever is doubting her. If he doesn't know where Ferelden is--as he probably does not, in this foreign world--this is all he really needs to know about it, at least for the moment. "I can take it."
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Well, if you're Fereldan, you're definitely going to need a cushion. Southerners don't really stop until they drop, if my rustic tavern memories serve me correctly.
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If you think that of the taverns, you would love the court. When I was a girl, Prince Cailan had these wooden animals with wheels on them, big enough for him to sit on and scoot about. Late the night of the Satinalia Ball, the banns of West Hill and Amaranthine found a couple of them and held a very wobbly joust.
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That sounds much more fun then I ever imagined anyone in your country's court would have, what with all the disasters. I'm glad to hear you aren't always wallowing in that business. You knew Prince Cailan? That name is somewhat familiar.
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My first husband, [she says almost secretively, the tequila kicking in quicker than she expected.] Or, strictly speaking, King Cailan by the time we married.